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Forcalor


There are no rules in art, love, and war.

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What a nightmare!

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Not sure how often I will update, but buckle up, it's just the beginning

Grief is a complex emotion. L goes from fear, to self-righteousness, to relief. Her sister's "big dream", from which (apparently) L was extracted, is dying. So she is going through some things. Where does her sister's reflection (preening in the mirror) end, and the real deal begin? Where's the love? This is like walking into the old bedroom of a deceased relative whose personal effects have been preserved. Lots of self-questioning. The theme of bugs crawling around suggests that the writing is on the wall (un-reality), and maybe has been for some time. The rest is phantasmagoria.

I give you four out of five severed hands.

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